The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

Nangong Yu said with a shallow smile: "If I have not read it wrong, your Dantian has been in a state of seal for a long time. This seal is extremely mysterious and powerful. Even I can't confirm what kind of ancient method is used. Nalan Zhengze is natural. I can't see it."

The light in the eyes of Tunxi is getting brighter and brighter, and the whole body is leaning forward. I completely forget the alienation and jealousy of the Nangong Temple. "You just said that there is a way to lift the seal of my Dantian? After the seal is released, I will be normal. Practice?"

The light body fragrance of the girl circling around the tip of her nose, and the hot flame in the eyes of Nangong is more prosperous.

He remembered the girl's enthusiasm in the shack, the decisiveness in Zhufu, the playfulness under the candlelight, and the sultry gaze when saving people.

This is a girl who has too many similarities but is more unique. Even the yin and careful thoughts made him feel cute, and he wanted to keep the girl forever.

Nan Gongyi reached out and slender fingers gently stroked the long eyelashes of Tunxi. The voice was low and dull: "I will be here tomorrow morning (9:00), I will take you here to get the seal. The necessary things."

When the voice just fell, Tunxi suddenly felt the light in front of her eyes. The man who had bowed his head and stared at her had disappeared without a trace.

The mellow atmosphere of the man who was originally lingering in the room slowly dissipated, leaving only the tea fragrance.

If it is not the blanching temperature remaining on the eyelashes, Tunxi must think that he is just dreaming.

Damn bastard, ran away without saying anything! Is it a great repair?

After a moment of gnashing his teeth, Quxi only left indignantly, but I did not know that behind her, Qinglong looked far away, and there was a strong horror in his heart.

On the jade of the boy's head, he can feel the pure spiritual mark, and the spirit of the spiritual power is clearly belonging to the master, but is the master not the most hated of the smell of others?

This... What is the relationship between this boy and his master?

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As the sun sets, the night completely covers the earth.

At this time, in a remote luxury house, bright lights were lit up.

Under the light, a majestic old man was standing in the lobby, bending over and checking a corpse. And next to the old man, standing a middle-aged man wearing a gray cannon, he looked at the old man with respect and respect, his face showing a bit of fear.

If Tunxi is here, I can recognize it at first sight. This middle-aged man with a gray cannon is the Xie doctor who had a conflict with her in the afternoon.

The corpse lying on the ground is the black man who traced himself and was finally smashed by the Nangong Temple.

The old man looked at it for a while before he got up straight and frowned. "This person is very high. It is very likely to be above me. Is anyone aware of who is shooting?"

Dr. Xie quickly shook his head and said: "When we find out, Wang Fu is already dead. The strangest thing is that he died in a place not far from the Jishengtang and left no message."

The old man has been indulged for a moment: "Is there any teenager who can do it?"

“Impossible!” Dr. Xie whispered, and the original respectful face flashed a twisted sigh because of resentment. “I didn’t feel any spiritual fluctuations in the kid, even when he was taking treatment. Elder Ginger, the little dare to guarantee that he is an ordinary person who has not been cultivated."